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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Deliverance of death
[time] => 2003-02-24 01:00:00
[hometext] => (my strange realization about a friendship which I had hoped would become more than it was.)
[bodytext] => I. Deliverance
I stand in front of the window of my life And wait for your image to appear before my eyes Too many people flood my view And not a single flash of your face Dares to enter this situation not now On the far horizon the sun sets The masses drain away through voids After a while an image starts forming You enter through the front door And walk straight toward the window Unlike all the other people You are able to see beyond the glass You stare into my eyes and see What is burning inside my heart Yet you just keep looking then stop As if by magic the window dims And my image vanishes from your vision You turn your head and look for the door People start entering again and somewhere The first ray of light destroys all hope Another day passes without your presence My soul starts crumbling boundaries form The window is still there between you and me And when the final light dissipates again Glass is still the only barrier In the dark your figure comes closer Again you stare through my eyes And I wonder do you see my pain As the thousandth night passes You speak for the first time "I can't" I study your perfect face it speaks of experience Yet every night seems to negate this And you defy all your principles all your reason Because normally I grow from the inside out But tonight I grow from the outside to within Time passes stationary for an eternity Then you speak again "I can't help you" Your voice swells in my head and I ask "Why?" Your answer shatters the glass "I just can't" And as you walk away again I seem to see why "I understand" You turn around and your eyes shed a tear Then you walk on and I know only one thing I understand. II. Death Battles are won and lost time passes The war slowly comes to a standstill Barriers lie demolished and crushed Silence marks every lifeless movement And the remnants cry for salvation As the sun rises over the battlefield And warms the forlorn souls Which have survived the terror You enter the room again And walk over to the cold window The splinters strewn across the floor Make your first vision one of shock And you wonder what happened The barrier is torn down has surrendered Apparently a surprise you hadn't expected Through the shattered glass you look And search for the person once behind it The emptiness relays the feeling Of struggle and anguish covered in pain Yet only a void remains among the debris Turning around you look into my eyes Your emotions more tearful than ever "What happened?" you ask But no answer awaits your question As the desolation narrows our views I lose myself in your deep eyes And search for the long awaited truth What I find is the anguish I once concealed And your soul begging for support Still you stare and wait for an answer "I can't" are my words after a while You wait then reply "Why?" The gray barren sky closes in on us And pleads for me to answer "I just can't" is all I can say I don't know why The pause strangles my thoughts And anything I think about is everything I see the torment on your face Tearing away at every barrier it meets Yet the path is still strewn with interference "What happened?" You beg again Now I know I can respond "You gave me hope" And as you walk towards me I know only one thing You give me hope. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 48 [informant] => psyonara [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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